Chirp chirp.

A bird. Coming out of this small world called egg. Coming out to be someone different. Coming out to fly, fly, and be seen.

A heart. Coming out of this small depressing world called perfection, called expectation. Coming out to be someone different, to be who it actually was meant to be. Coming out to fly, fly, and be seen.

Here I am, that’s me.

A bird rising towards the sky, a girl realising who she is.

Chirp chirp.